Anyways, there appears to be a mutual attraction between us and I wanted to get to know him better outside of work, so this morning we went for coffee (we're on the night shift). Things were going well, although we were only out for maybe an hour together. While he politely waited with me for my cab (I told him he didn't have to. He said it was polite. I agreed but acknowledged that he was tired and I wouldn't think he was rude if he didn't wait with me. He chose to continue to wait with me.) I blurted "Would it be too forward if I asked to give you a kiss on the cheek?"
He seemed surprised. "That was a random question." he replied.
"Yeah, I guess it kinda was."
"Let me ask YOU a question," he said "How old ARE you?"
A question I dislike, as many people mistake me for being much younger than I actually am-and I'm quite happy to let them think that. I debated on lying, then figured that would only create problems down the road if things did get serious. I cringed "30. I'm old."

"...I'm like, seven years younger than you." he said "I'm 23."
"My last boyfriend was 23." I told him, trying to let him know that his age didn't bother me if mine didn't bother him. Although I got the impression that it did bother him. I wasn't sure what to say. I really like him and was cursing the year I was born. Why couldn't I have been born later in the '80s? "I have a tendency to go for younger guys. I guess maybe 'cause I only feel 25." None of what I said was a lie.
He then said he feels older for his age, as he's gone through a lot of poop (using the family-friendly version of his word-choice) in his life "More than most people my age." he added.
"I hear ya, I spent most of my teen years being homeless." I revealed.
We were quiet for a brief moment until he said "I think that's your cab."
"Where? I don't see it."
"Right there," he pointed and I saw it turn the corner.
My cab pulled up. I was still embarrassed, wondering if I was shot down on account of my age. As I walked toward my ride, I asked if he was sure he didn't want a ride home (I'd asked him before the kiss comment if he wanted a ride, and he said he preferred to walk.) He still wanted to walk, so I said "Okay. Thanks for coming out for coffee with me. Sorry once again that I'm old."

"I'll see you at work Wednesday." he said.
And that was it.
Sorry for the long post. I appreciate anybody who's made it this far, and would appreciate even more if anybody could give me some kind of feedback. I feel like a high-school girl obsessing over this fascinating, captivating guy trying to analyse him. Maybe he was just caught off-guard by my forward question and how much older than him I actually am? Maybe he really does think I'm too old for him? Maybe it was a combination of the AS and his ADHD plus him having worked a 12 hour shift on 3 hours sleep? He never said no, but he never said yes. He never answered the question at all. Maybe the no was implied by him stating he's 7 years younger than me? I'm so confused.